You'll Tied

[knee tunes]

the log where you lay your head
you lost
when all Christmas dies
It's not that you can eventually be found
this time
It's amazing how far passed you I (become)
as if carousel

don't ask about night
how night
can be

I miss you as if
the moon disappeared from my life and
roam the one constant
moon as

good night

[surfndestroy]

I think I understood that one.